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Sergey Tarmashev

Imminent death

I do not like the sword because it is sharp, the arrow - not for its flight, the warrior - not for strength. I love them because they defend their homeland: its beauty, antiquity and wisdom.

John Ronald Rowell Tolkien

Those who engage in war themselves fall into their networks.

John of Damascus, 7th century A.D. e.

  USA, Alaska, 250 km northeast of Anchorage, Picon military training ground, HAARP facility, maximum security mode. May 26, 2017, 6 hours 54 minutes, local time.

A pair of patrol armored personnel carriers walked along a narrow country road along a shaven alienated strip that rested against the edge of a dense forest.

The gunner-operator of the cannon systems with his usual gaze lazily cast his eye through the sights of the century-old taiga, stretching to the right, combined with the thermal imager and satellite interface, looking for targets. There were no goals, just as they had never been in all seven years of his service at this facility. Getting here, into the dense wilderness, is not so easy, even if you really want to. There are practically impassable forests and a whole team of organizations that are vigilantly guarding a priceless treasure: here the NSA, the Air Force Space Technology Center, and the Navy, probably did not do without the CIA, he was absolutely sure of that personally. Actually, therefore, each of the crews patrolling the facility did not get tired of looking at both - the authorities arranged vigilance checks with perseverance, which was fit to envy. If the gunner-operator has never seen real goals here, then the training trainers have seen enough for a good ten years to come. However, today everyone kept their ears open for a reason. Five minutes later, a secret experiment of special importance will begin at the facility, and very soon the enemies of American democracy will once again be able to feel the full power of military scientific thought of the most advanced state in the world.

Actually, the endless forest of huge antennas, stretching to the left of the road, is that very important and top-secret object, or rather, its main component. On fourteen hectares of land hidden in the middle of an impenetrable forest there are three hundred and sixty radio transmitters, one hundred and eighty antennas, an incoherent radiation radar with an antenna twenty meters in diameter, laser locators, magnetometers, powerful supercomputers that process signals and control the antenna field, and a solid gas power station. In fact, a phased array of a gigantic antenna with an area of \u200b\u200bsixty square kilometers, a giant plasma gun, the latest weapon of the future, against which the enemies of the United States have no chance, is deployed here. And this is only one of a whole network of such objects, competently distributed around the globe under the guise of purely scientific research. Today they work in perfect synchrony, like a single organism, preparing to deliver an invisible blow to the enemies of democracy, and several dozen patrols like this one are vigilantly monitoring the approaches to the forbidden perimeters.

Preston! - The commander of the armored personnel carrier squinted at the on-board chronometer. - Increase the speed, we should be at the checkpoint "Charlie-15" in two minutes. One hundred fifty seconds before turning off the motors.

Yes, sir! I'm doing, sir! - reported the driver, adding gas, and the armored vehicle ran faster. The second APC coming next immediately repeated the maneuver of the head vehicle.

Sergeant, sir! “The driver hesitated a little,” resolve the question, sir?

Ask, private! - allowed the commander, and the gunner-operator grinned barely noticeably. The driver turned out to be a curious fellow. He was transferred to the base less than two months ago, the guy had not had time to fill his mouth with local service, was full of enthusiasm, gushing with curiosity and asking many questions. Nothing, it will pass. It all started that way.

Sir! - Preston spoke without taking his eyes off the road. We must pay tribute to the guy, he drove an armored personnel carrier well. “I know that our object is a bone in the throat of any scum like Russians, Chinese, and other potential enemies of America, as well as the pacifists they bought.” They do not tire of whining about the danger posed by the HAARP facility for the whole planet! Is it their reaction to our scientific and technological superiority, or is there any truth in such statements? I had read the article of one very important egg-headed, Nobel laureate, so he argued that the effects of the impact on the Earth's ionosphere of our objects can be completely unpredictable. And it’s as if a series of man-made disasters and unexplained climatic phenomena that have swept around the world in recent years are directly connected with the work of HAARP, sir!

This is complete nonsense, private! - the commander grinned. - This wise guy is either trying to get a little PR in such a simple anti-patriotic way, or he just sold himself to Arabs or Russians. Or the Chinese. Or someone else. Our facilities are under absolute control! And if something tragic happens with their help, it is only with our enemies. And even then we never advertise our attacks.

The enemy is not able to prove anything, here his henchmen and are sophisticated in abstruse chatter. The HAARP network is ruthless to enemies and harmless to friends, private!

Sir, but we organized forest fires among Russians and Chinese! - did not calm down Preston. - And the abnormal heat, too! Can this not adversely affect us, sir?

Where did you get such information, private? the sergeant laughed. - An ordinary soldier, who has been at the base for just a couple of months, is already aware of state secrets! And where only the CIA looks! In general, you’re going to Foster, he’s our specialist in such matters, his brother-in-law works in the radar center. - The sergeant clung to the commanding periscope and ordered: - We go to the control point. Occupy the shelling sector! Get ready to turn off the engine!

Patrol APCs got off the road and rolled into the squat reinforced concrete caponier located nearby. A couple of years ago, the command ordered increased security measures at the facility, and patrol routes were equipped with firing positions for equipment, and the contingent of security was doubled. The number and frequency of ground and air patrols have also increased.

- “Big daddy”, this is “Foxtrot-4”! - the sergeant reported on air, following the periscope with a helicopter patrol from two Apaches leaving towards the landing sites. “I'm at Charlie 15, it's clean all around!” Ready to turn off the engines!

This is "Big Daddy," the command post of the base responded, "I confirm the reception," Foxtrot-4! " Turn off the motors! Do not get out of the radio!

The sergeant ordered his patrol to cut down the engines of the armored personnel carrier, once again reported to the command and went into standby mode. He fidgeted on the seat and looked at the gunner.

Corporal Foster!

Yes, sir? “The gunner already knew what they were talking about.” Now the sergeant will invite him to tell the newcomer about HAARP. As if today he can hear something that he did not hear in a month and a half. Foster seriously suspected that the sergeant simply could not state it himself, the words were too abstruse for him. So Preston indulges with his questions, probably trying to memorize the explanations, then to dust in the eyes of girls and drinking companions during the holidays. That's for sure - where the CIA looks ...

Jack, can you explain to the guy the principles of our facility? “The sergeant was not original this time either.” - We have time above the roof! Only keep an eye on the forest!

What do you say, Tom! - forged his gunner. - We all signed a non-disclosure statement here, so there is no doubt that our conversations will not go beyond this APC!

If this runs counter to US security, I will take my question back! - Preston said immediately, but Foster did not have time to rejoice.

Come on! the sergeant grinned. - Everyone knows about this at the base! I myself can tell, but Jack will do it more smoothly! Come on, Jack, spell it out correctly, as we fry Russian asses today! We have nowhere to hurry.

“Okay,” Foster shrugged. In the end, why not, since this is a way to kill time. “Listen, private! In fact, our base is a huge plasma gun. All of these antennas and transmitters are combined into a single whole. They send radio waves to the frequency range from 2.8 to 10 megahertz, with a total power of 10 gigawatts, which exceeds solar radiation in this frequency range by almost six orders of magnitude.Under high-power radiation, the object heats the Earth’s ionosphere, this is a layer of near-Earth space filled with ionized atoms. ti atoms acquire additional energy, thereby increasing their electron shell of one hundred fifty times.

Format: FB2, OCR without errors
Sergey Tarmashev
Year of issue: 2014
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: AST
Tongue: Russian
Number of books: 3

Description:

"Inevitable death"

At the beginning of the XXI century, the mechanism of the coming cataclysm was already counting the last hours of the old world. Because of its own greed, stupidity and irresponsibility, mankind has come close to the fateful verge. The Gulf Stream has cooled. An unimaginable size glacier rapidly covered the planet. Now its color is not blue and not green, but WHITE ...
Somewhere at the equator, the temperature does not drop below zero. Everyone knows that the problem is in the reactor, which is holding the Cold with all its might, tearing at the attack of the last bastion of civilization. But not everyone knows that a few weeks are left to live a warm world. People awaiting a painful death equip an expedition to unknown Siberia. According to rumors, among the ice and snow, in a fierce confrontation with nature live those who could not be conquered by powerful armies, or ferocious mutants, or even Cold. Now the future of mankind is in the hands of bloodthirsty savages wrapped in animal skins ...

"Ice Infinity"

The Earth has long turned into the kingdom of Cold permeated by icy death. The only chance for the bastion of civilization is to launch the Rescue Reactor. To do this, you will have to ask for help from the Russian savages, and this mission fell to the share of African-American Mike. Every minute he has to overcome the horror of the Siberian mutants. “Shaggy troglodytes” do not know what democracy is, but they cleverly manage monsters, effortlessly endure centigrade frost, and their mysterious medical devices (an enlightened person will not believe in ridiculous conspiracies and whispers!) Will give odds to the best equipment of New America. Who are these savages? Simpletons or insidious opponents? Why did you so easily agree to equip the expedition? Will Mike survive this path - in the heart of the ruthless Cold, one on one with a representative of an alien Race?

"Cold breath"

2225 year. Planet Earth. The Climatic Reactor, which holds the last heat for the freezing Earth, is captured by a horde of bloodthirsty mutants. Thousands of people in the ruins of New America are doomed to painful death ... Who can resist this aggression, help people survive in the conditions of the beyond Cold? The rulers of New America, the Chosen, intend to take advantage of the “human resource” from Siberia: the mighty savage Svyatogor and Mike Butler, a representative of the civilized world, must organize an expedition to the Reactor, penetrate the emergency control point and return heat to New America. But the Chosen One does not yet know that their Ancient Enemy has been reborn again and that retribution is approaching ...

The first book of a new cycle.

At the beginning of the XXI century, the mechanism of the coming cataclysm was already counting the last hours of the old world. Because of its own greed, stupidity and irresponsibility, mankind has come close to the fateful verge. The Gulf Stream has cooled. An unimaginable size glacier rapidly covered the planet. Now its color is not blue and not green, but white ...

Somewhere at the equator, the temperature does not drop below zero. Everyone knows that the problem is in the reactor, which is holding the Cold with all its might, tearing at the attack of the last bastion of civilization. But not everyone knows that only a few weeks are left to live a warm world. People awaiting a painful death equip an expedition to unknown Siberia. According to rumors, among the ice and snow, in a fierce confrontation with nature live those who could not be conquered by powerful armies, or ferocious mutants, or even Cold. Now the future of mankind is in the hands of bloodthirsty savages wrapped in animal skins ...

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Format: FB2, OCR without errors
Sergey Tarmashev
Year of issue: 2014
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: AST
Tongue: Russian
Number of books: 3

Description:

"Inevitable death"

At the beginning of the XXI century, the mechanism of the coming cataclysm was already counting the last hours of the old world. Because of its own greed, stupidity and irresponsibility, mankind has come close to the fateful verge. The Gulf Stream has cooled. An unimaginable size glacier rapidly covered the planet. Now its color is not blue and not green, but WHITE ...
Somewhere at the equator, the temperature does not drop below zero. Everyone knows that the problem is in the reactor, which is holding the Cold with all its might, tearing at the attack of the last bastion of civilization. But not everyone knows that a few weeks are left to live a warm world. People awaiting a painful death equip an expedition to unknown Siberia. According to rumors, among the ice and snow, in a fierce confrontation with nature live those who could not be conquered by powerful armies, or ferocious mutants, or even Cold. Now the future of mankind is in the hands of bloodthirsty savages wrapped in animal skins ...

"Ice Infinity"

The Earth has long turned into the kingdom of Cold permeated by icy death. The only chance for the bastion of civilization is to launch the Rescue Reactor. To do this, you will have to ask for help from the Russian savages, and this mission fell to the share of African-American Mike. Every minute he has to overcome the horror of the Siberian mutants. “Shaggy troglodytes” do not know what democracy is, but they cleverly manage monsters, effortlessly endure centigrade frost, and their mysterious medical devices (an enlightened person will not believe in ridiculous conspiracies and whispers!) Will give odds to the best equipment of New America. Who are these savages? Simpletons or insidious opponents? Why did you so easily agree to equip the expedition? Will Mike survive this path - in the heart of the ruthless Cold, one on one with a representative of an alien Race?

"Cold breath"

2225 year. Planet Earth. The Climatic Reactor, which holds the last heat for the freezing Earth, is captured by a horde of bloodthirsty mutants. Thousands of people in the ruins of New America are doomed to painful death ... Who can resist this aggression, help people survive in the conditions of the beyond Cold? The rulers of New America, the Chosen, intend to take advantage of the “human resource” from Siberia: the mighty savage Svyatogor and Mike Butler, a representative of the civilized world, must organize an expedition to the Reactor, penetrate the emergency control point and return heat to New America. But the Chosen One does not yet know that their Ancient Enemy has been reborn again and that retribution is approaching ...